Skittles ≫ a.i ☼

Part 6

Part 6

"Where are you going to that you had to be in such a hurry? You didn't even see me and I'm pretty hard to miss" He smirks saying. Ashton lets go of me pushing me back a little. He does and invisible hair flip and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm so hot it's impossible to miss me."

I look at him as if he was crazy. Sure he had really, really, really pretty eyes but he isn't hot. Sorta. I mentally groan. Of course he has to be hot. All the annoying asshole guys on this planet are always hot.

He raises his eyebrow at me. "What's going on in the beautiful mind of yours?"

This time I'm the one to raise my eyebrow. "Beautiful mind? Are you trying to get into my pants because that's not how it works." I snap at him. It infuriates me every time I see some guy trying to get a girl to sleep with him. It infuriates me even more when I'm the one getting hunted.

"Then how does it work?" His lips are curved up in a slight smile.

"You're disgusting!" I yell, turning my back to him, storming off. I look for an open line to pay for my skittles. I'm so late I just shouldn't show up.

Someone's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Babe come on." The accented voice says. Of course he wouldn't give up that easily.

"Don't call me babe!" I tug my arm away from him. His grip is strong, strong to point of there being no use to struggle. "Just what do you want. Just tell me so then maybe you'll leave me alone."

"I'm just really attracted to you and I don't know why." He looks at me with his hazel eyes into my pale blue ones. "I want to figure you out."

"I'm not going to sleep with you." The words fall from my lips as I shut my eyes pushing certain thoughts back.

"I don't want to sleep with you. Well I do but I want to sleep with you because maybe you'll love me someday and maybe I'll love you back. But maybe it won't be you. I just have to know."

"That's creepy we just met."

"Where are you in such a hurry to get to?" His large hand gets tighter around my wrist.

"Why should tell you?" My stubbornness can get really annoying and I plan on using that to my advantage.

"Just tell me I'm not a serial killer." He rolls his eyes. His hand is holding onto my wrist as if it was the last bottle of water on Earth. It hurts by how hard he's holding onto my.

"Let go of me." I whine.

"Tell me and I'll let go." He still doesn't seem to be annoyed.

"But you're hurting me!" I blink my eyes trying not to let the tears fall. I just wanted to go to class today and not get harassed my some guy.

He lets go and takes a step back. Then another and another. His hazel eyes have turned to a stormy and dark hazel green. He seems to be angry. I wish I knew why he was angry.

"I was in a hurry to go to class. Criminal justice class." I mumble. How are people just walking by us as if everything was normal. Obviously something wasn't normal since I was struggling.

As I turn into the line I hear. "Me too."

Authors note;

I worked hard on this so yeah. I like it I think. Drama. Ha you all thought they would like each other just yet. NOPE.

Okay yeah okay. VERY IMPORTANT stuff in this chapter just saying.